In response to Lenora: I have played the game many many times.
Revan & Malak
Shandar and Mayla arrived at the spaceport, unsurprisingly still busy as always. Every civilian and merchant was completely oblivious to their impending doom. Another thing Shandar had expected was the entire absence of any Czerka officers or workers, which might have seemed suspicious to those who had no idea why. Warning them would have been impossible, they would only think of him as some crazy old cook who had escaped from the Carshana mental institute. And any hope of evacuating this many people, not to mention all the other people in the city, was slim to nil. However, no Czerka thugs looking out to stop him from taking back the ship made things a lot easier than it could have been. He'd already exerted himself far enough that day, and his back hurt. Shandar attempted to find his way to the docking bay which housed his ill gotten vessel, but he soon became hopelessly lost. Surrounded by humans and aliens, overwhelmed by the shear size of the place, and Mayla was giving him an earful for it.
"We're lost!" Mayla exclaimed. Throwing her hands into the air as if giving up.
"We are not lost…I just haven't found my way…" Shandar knew it, he was lost. He had to politely insist no thank you to a spaceport vendor who was desperately trying to sell some sort of squid like alien fresh from a tank. Sad and disappointed the vendor turned solemnly away from him. Shandar felt that he had cut the alien sales clerk a deep wound. Mayla was currently looking around through the crowd on the tips of toes. Shandar gained the attention of the alien once more, the vendor's face instantly went from disappointed to enthusiastic. "Um yes excuse me but, could you tell me where docking port C-17 is?" Shandar hoped for an answer for the vendor he just turned down.
"You buy squskili?" The alien asked in his poor basic, holding up the disgusting looking creature to Shandar.
"If you'll tell me where port C-17 is…yes" Shandar agreed, and the vendor looked pleased. He exchanged 25 credits for the squskili. The vendor then gave him a few crude directions but Shandar basically understood what he had told him. The vendor asked if Shandar wanted anymore but politely refused. The alien simply gave him a, your loss look and turned back to his little shop. Now holding the most sickening and foul smelling thing he had ever touched he wondered, what are you supposed to do with this thing? Mayla found him holding the creature out.
"Did you buy that?" She asked, with a slim little grin on her face.
"I had to." That was Shandar's only excuse. Now he didn't know what to do with it.
"Are you gonna eat it?" Mayla asked, sounding serious.
"Eat it…?" Shandar was confused. Why would anyone in their right state of mind want to consume this thing? "Eh…no…"
"Then give it here." Mayla grasped the squid from his hand. Promptly ripping one of the creatures tentacles from its body, she bit part of the slimy appendage off into her mouth. The sight made Shandar weak in the knees, and the sound of the tentacle squishing and crunching inside of her mouth was audible among the busy port. Shandar suddenly felt very ill. "It's good. You sure you don't want some?" Mayla handed it out to Shandar as she took another chomp from the tentacle.
"No thank you…I think we've wasted enough time here already. I inquired about some directions and I believe I know where to go now…" Shandar's face had gone pale as he watched miss Macen devour the squskili. This must be something native to Monasis he thought.
"We better get going then." Mayla replied, and Shandar agreed. Shandar led the way again, this time with a sense of direction. Until at last the familiar looking entrance to port C-17 was visible. Making their way to the ship, they found it to be intact and under to guard whatsoever.
"This is your ship? Doesn't seem like a diplomatic kinda vessel to me, or anything a Jedi would fly in." Mayla said to Shandar.
"It's a long story." Was all Shandar could say at the moment. Mayla still appeared to have the squid.
"Well we don't have time for it now then. Let's get inside."
"Your gonna be in a lot more trouble if you don't turn this thing off now!" Revan screamed with rage at Zsar's crippled form on the floor. She was angry, thousands, maybe millions of people were going to die unless they stop this dam.
"You couldn't make me if you tried Jedi, this dam will crack and flood the city and end this war once and for all. And there is nothing you can do to stop it!" Zsar mocked her. Shooting him didn't seem to change his mind at all, it only made him more bold.
"Zsar think about what your doing, your going to kill millions of people! Stop this now before it's too late!" Revan said to him.
"A necessary loss." Zsar said as if all those live meant nothing to him. This man is made of stone Revan thought. "Time's running out Jedi…only a few more moments…until the oblivion of Carshana…and the end…" He's flipped thought Revan.
"I suppose there's no reasoning with you Zsar, your just as bad as the Czerka." Revan practically snarled at him.
"Is that supposed to make me feel guilty? I am beyond that, as I am beyond pain. There is nothing you could do to change my mind… and besides…I already told you that it cannot be stopped…." Zsar mocked Revan yet again. Her blood was boiling now. Beads of sweat were forming on Malak's brow. Revan went to her blaster, turning the power up to its maximum, it was quite lethal now. She pointed it square between Zsar's eyes with the intent to kill. Zsar's face changed from its confident nature. He was staring death right down the barrel now, not off in the distance, not like the dam.
"What's it gonna be now Zsar?" Revan said to him, her finger rubbing the trigger gently ready to squeeze. Before Zsar could answer though, they all felt a rumbling beneath their feet. It was happening, they were too late.
"Ha ha! Now it is all over! Everything is over!" Zsar screamed like a mad man.
"Not if I have to say anything about it, we're getting out of here and your coming with us. Malak help me get Zsar quick!" Revan said to Malak. Who followed the orders without a word. Zsar attempted to resist them, but found himself to be very weak against the Jedi at the moment. Grabbing Zsar and getting out of the booth as fast as possible. The two Jedi carried Zsar upon their shoulders as the sprinted across the creaking and cracking dam. Dashing as fast as their legs could carry them they made their way across, and onto the rocky soil of the canyons old cliff side. Getting as far away as possible before setting Zsar down. Revan turned, and what she saw she would remember for the rest of her dark days. The dam exploded, sending huge pieces and chunks outward. Closely followed by an enormous gush of white water that plowed its way into the city. Crashing into the buildings with such a powerful force that the wall of water literally swallowed up anything in its path. Huge buildings of equal size were toppled over when the water met them. Some stood up to the wave, the Czerka building stood its ground against the oncoming force. Water splashed against its surface, finding its way around it before it became an a island in the sea of white. Revan's eyes turned to the spaceport, and could see one ship departing. Although she couldn't clearly tell what the ship looked like from the distance. While her gaze was averted the force of nature collided with Carshana space port. The following destruction was on a grand toll, and Revan could only wonder what the horror was like inside. "No…" Revan uttered with a great feeling of loss and sadness. Malak sat down on the rocky ground, tried not to look. Revan turned, and met with a smiling Zsar. "YOU BASTARD!!" Revan cried as she kicked Zsar in the jaw once again, blood splattered across the dirt.
"Revan!" Malak practically yelled at her. Standing up to meet her. "What's done is done…and killing him won't make it any different…" Malak's words made sense in Revan's enraged self. Zsar spat and coughed on the ground before them. "We failed, but at least we're alive."
"We should have left you on the dam." Revan told to Zsar. He said nothing in return, averting his gaze at Revan's hateful eyes. "We probably should kill you, the galaxy could use one less slime eating scum ridden traitor, but we won't…yet…"
"Revan…" Malak spoke lightly, trying to calm her.
"Why don't we just throw him right off the cliff now!? Save us the trouble of him backstabbing one of us in the future!" Revan proclaimed.
"Because that's not what the Jedi should do…" Malak said, and Revan remembered. She was a Jedi, and should be above such things. All life is sacred, even Zsar's. Revan looked on him with pity. His broken body lay on the ground, the white of his bone made Revan wince. She had done that, and now she regretted it. If they let him live, maybe Shandar would find out she nearly tortured Zsar. And then the council would know. Then she could be banished, or worse. She couldn't let that happen. Pulling out the blaster she tucked inside her robes, she looked at it in her hand.
"I can't let him live Malak." Revan said.
"Why?" Malak protested.
"Because the council might find out what happened. I could be banished from the order…and so could you…" Revan answered him. Malak's had the realization as well now. The order was his life. His purpose. He had no other place. "You understand don't you? I have to do it. We have to do it."
There was a pause before Malak spoke. "Do it then…I won't stop you…" Malak backed away.
"Good…" Revan stepped forward in front of Zsar. Zsar looked up to her, his chin now cover in blood. His eyes were filled with tears. Revan leveled the blaster to his head and shot without a second thought. The bolt hit him dead center between the eyes, the energy splashing across his face and piercing his skull. His skull instantly cracked on contact, splitting in two from the force. The bolt of energy sizzled to a halt as it fried his brain into a crisp, along with the rest of his face. His nose had been burnt to cinders, and his eyes had both popped from the heat. Leaving a gooey white in his sockets where both pieces of his head were. Revan threw the blaster aside and turned to Malak. "Now they'll never know…come on…lets separate ourselves from this mess…"
Revan and Malak traveled across the dirt and rocks until it turned to dirt, grass, and mud. The land ahead of them was wet and swampy. Due to the overflowing of the Carshana lake. Revan found it was difficult to walk in the hard way, nearly loosing her boot and the rest of her leg into the mud. Bad karma she thought. Little patches of green and yellow colored grass dotted the landscape of the swampy plains that seemed to stretch on for miles. There was not a visible way across.
"Now what?' Malak looked over to Revan, expecting some light bulb to appear over her head as she thought of another brilliant scheme to get them out of a fix.
"Yeah sure, we sit here until we sprout wings so we can fly across the swamp! I don't know! Have you got anything better?" Revan was irritated. This wasn't her day.
"Nothing better than waiting to evolve wings…" Malak replied dryly, not amused by Revan's comment.
"This bites…" Revan muttered to herself as she overlooked the swamp. We either risk it out there or stay put. She didn't know if Shandar was looking for them or if had left them for day on the planet when the dam exploded. The dam Revan thought, and all those people too. All dead. All because of Zsar and that damned Czerka. But he's dead now, you don't have to worry about him. You and Malak are safe. You and Malak…
Revan turned her eyes over to Malak, who was also staring at across the plains. "I'm sorry…that I had to kill him…" Revan spoke her words gently. Malak heard her, returning her gaze.
"You had no choice…for both our sakes…it was him or us…" Malak said to her, he sounded less grumpier than usual. He must be under the same stress she was. Malak's eyes looked over Revan, and was reminded of what a woman she was. She looked good by any standards, her nice lean and curved figure was appealing to the eye, and her eyes, those deep gray eyes. It was like looking into her soul. She had been his friend for so long, and it was moments like this that made him want more.
"I'm glad you understand…" Revan may have noticed Malak's eyes trailing across her body, but she made no intention of telling him. Malak sat down once again on the dirt. Revan decided to as well, her feet felt like they were ablaze. There was a long silence between the two until Revan spoke up. "I guess we stay here then…hopefully Shandar hasn't abandoned us. He might come back looking."
"If he knows how to fly the ship." Malak replied.
"He's got Mayla." Revan said.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around? He isn't that helpless." Malak joked and they both laughed.
"When we get back to Coruscant we are definitely having that drink we missed." Said Revan, trying to lighten the dreary mood.
"Should we take Bandon again? Or do you think he's bad luck?" Malak asked Revan for another laugh.
"Hell, I'd take Shandar, and Mandrak, and whole council with me I don't care…just as long as I got at least one…." Malak chuckled quietly to himself. Sometimes he could truly appreciate Revan's carefree emotions. How she lets her passions flow freely sometimes. He envied that. And he enjoyed following Revan into whatever she led him into. He wishes his own passions could be let out so freely. Sometimes, they do…sometimes they do to impress Revan. Hoping that maybe she'd take notice of his power. He would fight a war to impress her, to just get her to notice the power he has flowing through his veins, coursing through every fiber of his body he could feel it when he fought. He should have killed Zsar for her.
"It's getting dark…" Revan pointed out to Malak, breaking his deep line of thought. Indeed she was true, the Monasis star was finally setting, and darkness was creeping over the horizon. "It's gonna get cold…"
"Yeah…" Malak muttered in agreement under his breath. Night soon arrived, and a near pitch black darkness spread over Monasis. It grew cold quickly and Revan found herself shivering. Malak noticed. "Cold enough for ya?" He joked, but was actually concerned.
"Ha ha, very funny…yes I am cold…" Revan didn't find it very funny at all. Malak picked himself off the ground and removed the robes heavy robes he had been wearing over his other robes.
"Here take mine." He said to her.
"What? You'll freeze, and I don't need them." Revan protested, more worried about her friends health than her warmth.
"You'll freeze before I do, just take them." Malak insisted.
"Fine fine if you won't listen to reason, freeze to death then. At least I'll be warmer." Revan gave in.
"Your welcome…" Malak said as he stepped over and carefully placed his robes over Revan's shoulders. His hands fell upon her slender shoulders as he straightened them out, just to be perfect. If he touched her any longer she'd kill him, he got back up and sat back down. Slightly closer to Revan now.
Revan & Malak
Shandar and Mayla arrived at the spaceport, unsurprisingly still busy as always. Every civilian and merchant was completely oblivious to their impending doom. Another thing Shandar had expected was the entire absence of any Czerka officers or workers, which might have seemed suspicious to those who had no idea why. Warning them would have been impossible, they would only think of him as some crazy old cook who had escaped from the Carshana mental institute. And any hope of evacuating this many people, not to mention all the other people in the city, was slim to nil. However, no Czerka thugs looking out to stop him from taking back the ship made things a lot easier than it could have been. He'd already exerted himself far enough that day, and his back hurt. Shandar attempted to find his way to the docking bay which housed his ill gotten vessel, but he soon became hopelessly lost. Surrounded by humans and aliens, overwhelmed by the shear size of the place, and Mayla was giving him an earful for it.
"We're lost!" Mayla exclaimed. Throwing her hands into the air as if giving up.
"We are not lost…I just haven't found my way…" Shandar knew it, he was lost. He had to politely insist no thank you to a spaceport vendor who was desperately trying to sell some sort of squid like alien fresh from a tank. Sad and disappointed the vendor turned solemnly away from him. Shandar felt that he had cut the alien sales clerk a deep wound. Mayla was currently looking around through the crowd on the tips of toes. Shandar gained the attention of the alien once more, the vendor's face instantly went from disappointed to enthusiastic. "Um yes excuse me but, could you tell me where docking port C-17 is?" Shandar hoped for an answer for the vendor he just turned down.
"You buy squskili?" The alien asked in his poor basic, holding up the disgusting looking creature to Shandar.
"If you'll tell me where port C-17 is…yes" Shandar agreed, and the vendor looked pleased. He exchanged 25 credits for the squskili. The vendor then gave him a few crude directions but Shandar basically understood what he had told him. The vendor asked if Shandar wanted anymore but politely refused. The alien simply gave him a, your loss look and turned back to his little shop. Now holding the most sickening and foul smelling thing he had ever touched he wondered, what are you supposed to do with this thing? Mayla found him holding the creature out.
"Did you buy that?" She asked, with a slim little grin on her face.
"I had to." That was Shandar's only excuse. Now he didn't know what to do with it.
"Are you gonna eat it?" Mayla asked, sounding serious.
"Eat it…?" Shandar was confused. Why would anyone in their right state of mind want to consume this thing? "Eh…no…"
"Then give it here." Mayla grasped the squid from his hand. Promptly ripping one of the creatures tentacles from its body, she bit part of the slimy appendage off into her mouth. The sight made Shandar weak in the knees, and the sound of the tentacle squishing and crunching inside of her mouth was audible among the busy port. Shandar suddenly felt very ill. "It's good. You sure you don't want some?" Mayla handed it out to Shandar as she took another chomp from the tentacle.
"No thank you…I think we've wasted enough time here already. I inquired about some directions and I believe I know where to go now…" Shandar's face had gone pale as he watched miss Macen devour the squskili. This must be something native to Monasis he thought.
"We better get going then." Mayla replied, and Shandar agreed. Shandar led the way again, this time with a sense of direction. Until at last the familiar looking entrance to port C-17 was visible. Making their way to the ship, they found it to be intact and under to guard whatsoever.
"This is your ship? Doesn't seem like a diplomatic kinda vessel to me, or anything a Jedi would fly in." Mayla said to Shandar.
"It's a long story." Was all Shandar could say at the moment. Mayla still appeared to have the squid.
"Well we don't have time for it now then. Let's get inside."
"Your gonna be in a lot more trouble if you don't turn this thing off now!" Revan screamed with rage at Zsar's crippled form on the floor. She was angry, thousands, maybe millions of people were going to die unless they stop this dam.
"You couldn't make me if you tried Jedi, this dam will crack and flood the city and end this war once and for all. And there is nothing you can do to stop it!" Zsar mocked her. Shooting him didn't seem to change his mind at all, it only made him more bold.
"Zsar think about what your doing, your going to kill millions of people! Stop this now before it's too late!" Revan said to him.
"A necessary loss." Zsar said as if all those live meant nothing to him. This man is made of stone Revan thought. "Time's running out Jedi…only a few more moments…until the oblivion of Carshana…and the end…" He's flipped thought Revan.
"I suppose there's no reasoning with you Zsar, your just as bad as the Czerka." Revan practically snarled at him.
"Is that supposed to make me feel guilty? I am beyond that, as I am beyond pain. There is nothing you could do to change my mind… and besides…I already told you that it cannot be stopped…." Zsar mocked Revan yet again. Her blood was boiling now. Beads of sweat were forming on Malak's brow. Revan went to her blaster, turning the power up to its maximum, it was quite lethal now. She pointed it square between Zsar's eyes with the intent to kill. Zsar's face changed from its confident nature. He was staring death right down the barrel now, not off in the distance, not like the dam.
"What's it gonna be now Zsar?" Revan said to him, her finger rubbing the trigger gently ready to squeeze. Before Zsar could answer though, they all felt a rumbling beneath their feet. It was happening, they were too late.
"Ha ha! Now it is all over! Everything is over!" Zsar screamed like a mad man.
"Not if I have to say anything about it, we're getting out of here and your coming with us. Malak help me get Zsar quick!" Revan said to Malak. Who followed the orders without a word. Zsar attempted to resist them, but found himself to be very weak against the Jedi at the moment. Grabbing Zsar and getting out of the booth as fast as possible. The two Jedi carried Zsar upon their shoulders as the sprinted across the creaking and cracking dam. Dashing as fast as their legs could carry them they made their way across, and onto the rocky soil of the canyons old cliff side. Getting as far away as possible before setting Zsar down. Revan turned, and what she saw she would remember for the rest of her dark days. The dam exploded, sending huge pieces and chunks outward. Closely followed by an enormous gush of white water that plowed its way into the city. Crashing into the buildings with such a powerful force that the wall of water literally swallowed up anything in its path. Huge buildings of equal size were toppled over when the water met them. Some stood up to the wave, the Czerka building stood its ground against the oncoming force. Water splashed against its surface, finding its way around it before it became an a island in the sea of white. Revan's eyes turned to the spaceport, and could see one ship departing. Although she couldn't clearly tell what the ship looked like from the distance. While her gaze was averted the force of nature collided with Carshana space port. The following destruction was on a grand toll, and Revan could only wonder what the horror was like inside. "No…" Revan uttered with a great feeling of loss and sadness. Malak sat down on the rocky ground, tried not to look. Revan turned, and met with a smiling Zsar. "YOU BASTARD!!" Revan cried as she kicked Zsar in the jaw once again, blood splattered across the dirt.
"Revan!" Malak practically yelled at her. Standing up to meet her. "What's done is done…and killing him won't make it any different…" Malak's words made sense in Revan's enraged self. Zsar spat and coughed on the ground before them. "We failed, but at least we're alive."
"We should have left you on the dam." Revan told to Zsar. He said nothing in return, averting his gaze at Revan's hateful eyes. "We probably should kill you, the galaxy could use one less slime eating scum ridden traitor, but we won't…yet…"
"Revan…" Malak spoke lightly, trying to calm her.
"Why don't we just throw him right off the cliff now!? Save us the trouble of him backstabbing one of us in the future!" Revan proclaimed.
"Because that's not what the Jedi should do…" Malak said, and Revan remembered. She was a Jedi, and should be above such things. All life is sacred, even Zsar's. Revan looked on him with pity. His broken body lay on the ground, the white of his bone made Revan wince. She had done that, and now she regretted it. If they let him live, maybe Shandar would find out she nearly tortured Zsar. And then the council would know. Then she could be banished, or worse. She couldn't let that happen. Pulling out the blaster she tucked inside her robes, she looked at it in her hand.
"I can't let him live Malak." Revan said.
"Why?" Malak protested.
"Because the council might find out what happened. I could be banished from the order…and so could you…" Revan answered him. Malak's had the realization as well now. The order was his life. His purpose. He had no other place. "You understand don't you? I have to do it. We have to do it."
There was a pause before Malak spoke. "Do it then…I won't stop you…" Malak backed away.
"Good…" Revan stepped forward in front of Zsar. Zsar looked up to her, his chin now cover in blood. His eyes were filled with tears. Revan leveled the blaster to his head and shot without a second thought. The bolt hit him dead center between the eyes, the energy splashing across his face and piercing his skull. His skull instantly cracked on contact, splitting in two from the force. The bolt of energy sizzled to a halt as it fried his brain into a crisp, along with the rest of his face. His nose had been burnt to cinders, and his eyes had both popped from the heat. Leaving a gooey white in his sockets where both pieces of his head were. Revan threw the blaster aside and turned to Malak. "Now they'll never know…come on…lets separate ourselves from this mess…"
Revan and Malak traveled across the dirt and rocks until it turned to dirt, grass, and mud. The land ahead of them was wet and swampy. Due to the overflowing of the Carshana lake. Revan found it was difficult to walk in the hard way, nearly loosing her boot and the rest of her leg into the mud. Bad karma she thought. Little patches of green and yellow colored grass dotted the landscape of the swampy plains that seemed to stretch on for miles. There was not a visible way across.
"Now what?' Malak looked over to Revan, expecting some light bulb to appear over her head as she thought of another brilliant scheme to get them out of a fix.
"Yeah sure, we sit here until we sprout wings so we can fly across the swamp! I don't know! Have you got anything better?" Revan was irritated. This wasn't her day.
"Nothing better than waiting to evolve wings…" Malak replied dryly, not amused by Revan's comment.
"This bites…" Revan muttered to herself as she overlooked the swamp. We either risk it out there or stay put. She didn't know if Shandar was looking for them or if had left them for day on the planet when the dam exploded. The dam Revan thought, and all those people too. All dead. All because of Zsar and that damned Czerka. But he's dead now, you don't have to worry about him. You and Malak are safe. You and Malak…
Revan turned her eyes over to Malak, who was also staring at across the plains. "I'm sorry…that I had to kill him…" Revan spoke her words gently. Malak heard her, returning her gaze.
"You had no choice…for both our sakes…it was him or us…" Malak said to her, he sounded less grumpier than usual. He must be under the same stress she was. Malak's eyes looked over Revan, and was reminded of what a woman she was. She looked good by any standards, her nice lean and curved figure was appealing to the eye, and her eyes, those deep gray eyes. It was like looking into her soul. She had been his friend for so long, and it was moments like this that made him want more.
"I'm glad you understand…" Revan may have noticed Malak's eyes trailing across her body, but she made no intention of telling him. Malak sat down once again on the dirt. Revan decided to as well, her feet felt like they were ablaze. There was a long silence between the two until Revan spoke up. "I guess we stay here then…hopefully Shandar hasn't abandoned us. He might come back looking."
"If he knows how to fly the ship." Malak replied.
"He's got Mayla." Revan said.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around? He isn't that helpless." Malak joked and they both laughed.
"When we get back to Coruscant we are definitely having that drink we missed." Said Revan, trying to lighten the dreary mood.
"Should we take Bandon again? Or do you think he's bad luck?" Malak asked Revan for another laugh.
"Hell, I'd take Shandar, and Mandrak, and whole council with me I don't care…just as long as I got at least one…." Malak chuckled quietly to himself. Sometimes he could truly appreciate Revan's carefree emotions. How she lets her passions flow freely sometimes. He envied that. And he enjoyed following Revan into whatever she led him into. He wishes his own passions could be let out so freely. Sometimes, they do…sometimes they do to impress Revan. Hoping that maybe she'd take notice of his power. He would fight a war to impress her, to just get her to notice the power he has flowing through his veins, coursing through every fiber of his body he could feel it when he fought. He should have killed Zsar for her.
"It's getting dark…" Revan pointed out to Malak, breaking his deep line of thought. Indeed she was true, the Monasis star was finally setting, and darkness was creeping over the horizon. "It's gonna get cold…"
"Yeah…" Malak muttered in agreement under his breath. Night soon arrived, and a near pitch black darkness spread over Monasis. It grew cold quickly and Revan found herself shivering. Malak noticed. "Cold enough for ya?" He joked, but was actually concerned.
"Ha ha, very funny…yes I am cold…" Revan didn't find it very funny at all. Malak picked himself off the ground and removed the robes heavy robes he had been wearing over his other robes.
"Here take mine." He said to her.
"What? You'll freeze, and I don't need them." Revan protested, more worried about her friends health than her warmth.
"You'll freeze before I do, just take them." Malak insisted.
"Fine fine if you won't listen to reason, freeze to death then. At least I'll be warmer." Revan gave in.
"Your welcome…" Malak said as he stepped over and carefully placed his robes over Revan's shoulders. His hands fell upon her slender shoulders as he straightened them out, just to be perfect. If he touched her any longer she'd kill him, he got back up and sat back down. Slightly closer to Revan now.